Was it you that night?

Chapter 207 - 205: Uncle Master, Can I Not Marry You?

Chapter 207: Chapter 205: Uncle Master, Can I Not Marry You?Yan Changsheng reflected carefully, "It seems that way."

"At first, I thought he was joking, but is there a possibility that Mr. Wuya really is our ancestor?" Xiao Chen said slowly.

Yan Changsheng stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean by that, Brother?"

Xiao Chen looked toward the clear blue sky, his eyes distant, "I once suspected Mr. Wuya was an immortal, but if Mr. Wuya were indeed an immortal, he wouldn’t have stayed in the Sky Pole Sect for such a long time, would he? Even immortals facing tribulations in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds wouldn’t stay for hundreds or thousands of years. I’ve done some re

It was strange to say, but she really had never been afraid of Dongfang Wuya. He was so good to her; how could she possibly fear him?

However, she had previously regarded him as a benefactor, as well as an elder. Suddenly, he became her fiancé, and they were to share a bed. She wasn’t accustomed to the shift in his identity, and it was awkward.

Dongfang Wuya seemed to understand, "You’re not afraid of me, but you’re not quite used to me being your man, is that it?"

Shen Qinghe, embarrassed, looked down, "I’m indeed not quite used to it. Uncle Master, may I not marry you?"

Dongfang Wuya’s face darkened instantly, but by the time Shen Qinghe looked up, he had resumed his warm and genial demeanor, "Nowadays, the customs in The Four Seas and Eight Wilds are quite bad. Like Nan Sheng, for example; the day before yesterday she liked Yan Changsheng, yesterday she liked Xiao Chen, and today she’s off tempting Wu Ke. Shen Qinghe, you mustn’t be fickle like Nan Sheng."

Shen Qinghe was unfairly labeled with "being fickle" and quickly explained, "It’s not like that, I’m just not used to the change in Uncle Master’s identity..."

"Given time, you’ll get used to it," Dongfang Wuya interrupted Shen Qinghe’s words, his gaze upon her suddenly taking on a meaningful depth, "Since you’re not used to it, let’s start getting used to it tonight. From now on, I’ll sleep with you every night. Of course, if you like calling me Uncle Master, if you prefer that forbidden title, I can accommodate you."

Shen Qinghe: ...

"I will figure out a way to gradually get used to it, but could you possibly go back to Bixiao Tower?" Shen Qinghe thought Dongfang Wuya seemed like someone who could be reasoned with, so she ventured to make a small request.

"No," Dongfang Wuya said, spreading his arms and gesturing with his eyes for Shen Qinghe to help him undress.

But Shen Qinghe failed to understand, "Uncle... what do you mean?"

Dongfang Wuya was quite pleased with Shen Qinghe’s reaction; it showed that she had never helped another man undress before.

"To get used to my presence sooner, you can start by helping me undress," Dongfang Wuya encouraged her.

At this moment, Shen Qinghe deeply understood what it meant to ’shoot herself in the foot.’

She awkwardly moved closer to Dongfang Wuya, clumsily beginning to undo his blouse buttons. Being so close to the man, his warm breath brushed her cheek, making her face heat up.

She stole a glance, meeting his peach blossom eyes that shimmered like spring water; she felt overwhelmed by just one more look and quickly averted her gaze.

Indeed, sharing a bed with such a stunning man, she wasn’t losing out. Rather, it was Dongfang Wuya who had gotten the short end of the stick. He had maintained his virginity for so many years, only for her to take it away.

Thinking about how Dongfang Wuya had given her every good treasure over the years, and ultimately even his precious virginity, shouldn’t she be a bit nicer to him?

With that thought, she seriously helped Dongfang Wuya undress and said solemnly, "Uncle Master, rest assured, I will treat you well in the future."

Dongfang Wuya frowned at the grating term "Uncle Master," "I’m not much older than you; we are of the same generation. You can just call me by my name. If that feels awkward, you might as well call me husband."

Shen Qinghe thought, the term "husband" was even harder to say. She would rather call him by his name.

"You and I are of the same generation? Are you telling me you’re not yet a hundred years old?" Shen Qinghe asked curiously.